The sun lights up the sky
but it doesn't shine every day--
My father was like the sun...
He didn't come home every day,
but when he did
it was as if the sun stepped in...
I heard a bunch of keys ringing in the hall
their sound, like joyful bells in a voiceless void.
Starved for warmth, I would run to his arms.
My father 's keys proclaimed spring.